The kid is sick...runny nose, congestion, cough, eye goop...up half the night with the crying and the sniffling and the coughing and the misery...
So why is she flitting around playing while I am flat on my face trying to slurp coffee through a straw?
Tata. Off to the doctor's office.
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In moments like this you have to get hard core. Forget the straw - eat the grinds:) The rush is must faster that way!
I thought I was the only one that used the word "flit". I love that word.
Feel better soon - you have a birthday coming up!
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